Germaine Tourangelle
Georges Brassens Lyrics


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Germaine Tourangelle

Cette gerbe est pour vous
Manon des jours heureux
Pour vous cette autre, eh! Oui
Jeanne des soirs troublants

Plus souple vers l'azur et déchiré des Sylphes
Voilà tout un bouquet de roses pour Thérèse

Où donc est-il, son fin petit nez qui renifle?
Au paradis?
Eh! Non, cendre au Père-Lachaise

Plus haut, cet arbre d'eau
Qui rechute pleureur
En saule d'Orphélie
Est pour vous, Amélie

Et pour vous ma douceur
Ma douleur, ma folie!
Germaine Tourangelle
Ô vous, la plus jolie





Le fluide arc-en-ciel
S'égrenant sur mon cœur

Overall Meaning

In Georges Brassens's song Germaine Tourangelle, the singer presents a bouquet of flowers to various women in his life. The first two lines of the song reveal that it is a tribute to women who made the singer happy. The song is a sequence of dedications to the women the singer knew, each with their own flowers. The song moves on from the dedication of the roses to Thérèse, Amélie, and others. The singer also makes reference to the location of the dead, suggesting that loved ones have passed away, but their memory remains.


One of the interesting things about this song is that it is a tribute to women who made the singer happy. The song also reveals the importance of memory and how one can keep the memory of loved ones alive through words, and in this case, with flowers. The song is also a commentary on the idea of femininity and the nature of the love the singer has for women. The singer expresses his love in a non-sexual way, revealing the importance of platonic love in his life.


Line by Line Meaning

Cette gerbe est pour vous
I offer you this bouquet


Manon des jours heureux
Like the carefree Manon, embodying happiness


Pour vous cette autre, eh! Oui
Here's another one for you, yes indeed


Jeanne des soirs troublants
Embodying the mystery of troubled evenings, like Jeanne


Plus souple vers l'azur et déchiré des Sylphes
Even more flexible towards the sky and as pure as Sylphs


Voilà tout un bouquet de roses pour Thérèse
Here's a whole bouquet of roses for Thérèse


Où donc est-il, son fin petit nez qui renifle?
Where is her cute little nose that used to snuffle?


Au paradis?
In heaven?


Eh! Non, cendre au Père-Lachaise
No, it's ashes at Père Lachaise cemetery


Plus haut, cet arbre d'eau
Higher up, there's a weeping water tree


Qui rechute pleureur
That keeps on falling and crying


En saule d'Orphélie
Like the willow of Ophelia


Est pour vous, Amélie
It's for you, Amélie


Et pour vous ma douceur
And for you, my sweetness


Ma douleur, ma folie!
My pain, my passion!


Germaine Tourangelle
Germaine Tourangelle


Ô vous, la plus jolie
Oh, you, the prettiest one


Le fluide arc-en-ciel
The rainbow fluid


S'égrenant sur mon cœur
Falling on my heart, one by one




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Written by: Paul Fort

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